Jeff The Killers Blade

Chapter 3

Authors Note:

Sorry its going so fast guys buuuuut theres plenty more to come. Sorry last chapter was soooo short, i was rushing and just did dat. Did boook/story is just one massive cliff hanger btw....I suck i know.

But yeah! I will rarely get out of scars P.O.V maybe some times jeffs and if needed then third person. I don't really wanna do jeff because hes a mysterious, sevretive person and your not really supposed to know his thoughts. But sometimes you just gotta get over it aand do it. I'm gonna make this one eeeextra long because its my birthday and its my gift to me and you (make sence? Thought not) and after that all chapters will be way longer.

Btw in the last question i mean "Children would be allowed to play after five PM not AM.....

And when Scar had the butcher knife she dropped it once she realized he was trying to kill her.....

Sorry if you got confused because i said Scar in the first chapter and scarlett in the second, its the same person.

And Scar is suicidal but scared to do it herself....back to the story!!

《Scars P.O.V》

"No..." He said, smile growing wider. "Why not?!" I demanded. He looked at me as if i was insane (well he wouldnt be the first) and began laughing like a madman. "Whats so funny?!" I demanded once again. After a fit of laughter and wiping some of his tears away he replied. "I'm gonna have some fun with you Scar.... And don't let me see you crying and screaming like back there. No one looks pretty when they cry." And before i could reply he was gone. He just ran away.... I hate mondays so much.

Ugh. I need a shower. I put the shower on hot and felt the temperature, damn i need it colder. I quickly get in and reach for my shampoo and conditionar then suddenly i remember. "I forgot the freaking black hair dye." I yell, remembering. "Ugh, i'm so stupid. Well i'll just have to get it tommorow." I ramble on. Wow i should really stop talking to myself. I do the usual stuff and then once i dry myself and get dressed i comb the knots out of my hair and get ready to sleep. Todays been a mess, especially these last few hours. I turn out the lights and close my eyes, welcoming in the inviting darkness.

~Morning in Scars P.O.V~

I wake up to a wall, not rubber. But wood. I stretch out my arms and feel relieved to feel no heavy weight locking me together. Still a shock to wake up to. I hop out and open up my closet pulling out black, ripped skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with a bloody smiley face on it, smile stitched and one of the eyes a cross topping it off with a my chemical romance jumper and checkered converse. I decide do something different today. So i take two hair-ties and split my ash blonde hair into two parts. I tie one side and put it over my shoulder and continue this again. Piggy Tails. Its been a while. I leave my bangs out covering my crystal blue eyes.

After brushing my teeth i head out checking the time on my phone but get distracted as i see the screen. Jeff....was that experiance real? Or one of the side effects from the medication i've been taking recently? Or was it a dream? I'll stick with the last suggestion. I go back to my first task and check the time, 7:50. School starts in 10 minutes. "Ugh i'm early." I moan, frowning. I walk in to see a big poster with a table underneath covered in flowers, cards and crying class mates next to it. The poster has a big picture of my bff (SARCASM), Victoria. The poster reads:

'Victoria Winfield, you were lived by all students as you were such a nice, loving role-model. You shall always be remembered. God rest your soul, R.I.P.'

"Bullshit!" I scream in my head as i read the 'nice loving role-model' part. Well at least I thought it was in my head. Until Jessica Solive whips her head and her eyes read pure anger and hatred. She stomps over to me, i'm surprised she dosent trip over in those 10 fucking inch heals. How does she feel comfortable wearing a skirt shorter than midthigh and a top as tight as her skin showing her flat stomach and really low cropped. And i mean reeeaaalllyyy low. Its revolting. Well, the guys say otherwise. Along with the jelous girls.

"How dare you!?" A screechy voice demands, bringing me back to reality. I open my mouth to reply but was cut off. "How dare your emo ass just say that about Victoria?! I know you were jelous of her but have some respect you PIG!"

I roll my eyes. "Yeeaaah right. Jelous of a skanky slut who most likely goes arouns selling her self to old dirty men on the weekend?! Totally. And why should I have respect for your bitch ass and total cow that made my life a living hell?!" I yell back. She stands there, stunned. I have never talked back to Jessica, if she and the popular kids yelled at me, i did nothing. If they beat me up, i did nothing. By now a group of students had gathered around, all shocked.

Jessica was about to reply but was cut off as a speaker sounded. "Scarlett Tyler, please report to the principals office. Repeat. Scarlett Tyler report to the prinipals office immediantly!"

"You...Me...After School...Playground." She growled. You may be thinking, playground? Really? How old are you? 7? Well when someone says that to you, shit just got real. I had to go. If i backed down they would make my life soooo horrible. Experiance. I head to the principals office and as i walk in i see two police officers and Miss Judith, the principals.

"Have a seat Miss. Tyler." One of the police officers says pulling out a seat for me. I hesitantly take it. "Whats going on??" I ask. Although I already have a pretty acurate suggestion. They're probably going to ask me about Victoria and how she treated me and her actions towards me along with our relationship. Watch, its coming. "Scarlett," Miss. Judith starts "This is Officer Philips and Sargeant Miles. They are going to ask you some questions about Victoria." She gets up from her chair and nods. "I'll leave you three alone." And with that she walks off.

"Miss. Tyler; how close were you and Victoria?" Philip asks. "She hated my guts, and i hated hers." I reply truthfully. "And whys that?" He responds.

"I have no idea why she hated me, the first day i met her she just.... hated me. So i began to feel the same way towards her because of her attitude towards me." I reply.

Johnathen nods and then walks closer to me. "Did you ever harm her in anyway, or did she ever do the same to you?" He asked, looking like he was confused and still trying to understand the situation. "She used to slap me, kick me, punch me, scratch me. Really, as much as i hate to admit, used to beat me up pretty bad...." I say, head down.

"Mmhhmm" He hums. "And where were you the night Victoria was murdered?" I looked at him. Suddenly realising what they were asking me here for. "Are you questioning me if I killed her?! Am i a SUSPECT?!" I cried (no tears, just through voice) "Well we had people say that they believe you could at least of had a part in the murder. And when we looked further into your past we found you have been in an asylum for the past 4 years for the crime of-" I cut him off. "I know what i did!" My voice cracked. "You really don't have to remindu me!" A tear slides down my cheek against my will.

"Okay. Obviously now is not a good time but we will question you later on to leave. You can leave now. In fact if you like you may head home." Phillips says. I just nod and head out. I think I'll just leave. I run home, tears pouring. I burst through the door and just grip my hair screaming. I realise how similar this is to yesterday. I scream names to myself, pig, slut, cow, fat, ugly, freak, emo. You name it.

I was about to continue until something caught my eye....